Tonight is our first ever holiday(christmas/apocolypse/birthday/hannukah) party. Our downstairs was meant to be finished by now (“you’ll be able to host thanksgiving dinner here,” my ass) so instead of having a nice, civilized affair, we have lights strung on scaffolding, tinsel lining temporary plywood stairs, and boxes of Ikea purchases waiting impatiently to be assembled.
We were worried for a while and then let it go. So it won’t be the party we’d envisioned with finished floors and furniture, or a bathroom and kitchen. We have most of that crap upstairs. Our extended construction deadline just gives everyone the chance to spread out. Just please avoid walking near the unrailed edges of the mezzanine we don’t want you to get hurt and then sue us thanks.
Cheers to any excuse to have a party, and here are some Friday Links!
I’ll take two.
The last bag you’ll ever need.
A best of from my best friend, TV.
Rob’s secret dream.
A pretty accurate depiction of a conversation with me.
Super fancy Cliff’s Notes.